my unpopular opinion is antonio subconsciously thinks grandpa roma is f hot. he dates his grandson who looks like the spitting image of his grandfather and has the same masculine potency and antonio is so down for it

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my unpopular opinion is antonio subconsciously thinks grandpa roma is f hot. he dates his grandson who looks like the spitting image of his grandfather and has the same masculine potency and antonio is so down for it
When he’d first seen the sad tag next to the statue that said, untitled, date unknown, he had felt sorry for his Roman soldier. So he had decided to give him a name himself, and Romulus was simply what came to him first. Perhaps for the legend. But it suited him, Antonio felt, and so that was now the statue’s name.
“And you think he’s my twin because…?”
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hear me out: Salvatore by Lana del Rey but it’s Antonio singing about Romulus
hopefully i have satisfied the romespa nation (ily guys)
“Has it really been three whole months?”
“It has,” the other confirmed. “And you know what that means?”
“My probation,” he provided. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten that was today. He supposed in the morning rush, it must have just slipped his mind. “Is that why you bought me flowers?”
“Just a small gesture of appreciation.”
“It was a big bouquet.”
“But pretty, no?”
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ahhhhh, thank you anon! have a cookie! 🍪 now i believe it's been a while since i last did something like this, so let's have a nose!
(another version of this ask has been answered here!)
i had a lot of fics to go through and decided to exclude my three long-fics to focus on my stand-alone works. so, in no particular order:
bitter teeth ⠀• ⠀chapter 15 🎼
“Do you play piano?” he was asked, to which Antonio shook his head. “Do you play any other instrument?”
“Not really. Not these days,” Antonio replied. He dragged fingers lightly over ivory keys, relishing in their smooth surface, the easy glide, ghostly melodies that danced in his mind. “I used to, though. I played the guitar for a while—my dad taught me—but it’s, uh…” He swallowed. “It’s been a hard hobby to keep up over the last few years, so…”
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RomeSpa, prompt 2!
your wish is my command ✨️
Headache
The lunch service ends in a whirlwind and Antonio finally finds a moment to sit down, wipe his brow, and catch his breath.
There’s an hour and a half to go until the dinner service is underway, and, to be quite honest, he’s not sure if he’s going to make it. He’s tired, his back is already starting to feel sore, and he’s had this incredibly annoying headache all day that just won’t budge! It isn’t that he wants to even go home, but today… Today is going to test him. He knows it.
bitter teeth ⠀• ⠀chapter 11 ⠀🛏
“Thank you,” he said.
“For what?” Romulus replied.
“For coming after me.”
“…Like I said: I was worri—”
“Not sure you needed to break his neck, though…”
“I—” His frown became audible. “I was protecting you.”
“At least he isn’t dead, I suppose.”
“Would that be so bad?”
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